The Black Fox (Shinichi X Reader)

Jigai

"Just take a breath." Conan tried to sooth as your leg anxiously bounced.

"How am I supposed to be calm?" You hissed. "It fits the case. His mom must have realized it, and was killed for it."

There was a creak from the stairwell. "Alright, let's slow down." He whispered glancing out the kitchen door to the base of the stairs. "You said you smelt it on his breath and in the kitchen?"

You nodded. "I thought it was just the smell of a candy or something someone had snuck to him, but I checked the kitchen and there's no reason that smell should be so strong. Adding the organ failure, I think its antifreeze poisoning."

"But wouldn't the doctors check for that?" Conan countered.

"It would show up in blood tests, but the evidence here is hard to ignore." You sighed, burying your face in your hands. "The doctor could be oblivious, or involved."

"I trust your judgement." Conan stated quickly. "So, what do you think the situation is then?"

"Based on the way his symptoms seem to have slowly developed, I'd guess we're dealing with chronic toxicity. Micro-doses over weeks or months." You lifted your head. "He said his mom started bringing his food after the doctor's appointment."

"That indicates it might have been in his meals." Conan pondered. "His dad prepared the food and his grandfather brought it upstairs. So either of them could have poisoned it."

"Not to mention the aunt and uncle who were also in the kitchen at that time." You added.

"So the only people without clear opportunity are his paternal uncle and grandmother." Conan mused.

"But what motive could someone have for slowly killing a kid?"

Conan shook his head. "From our experience, some people don't need much of a push to turn to murder."

"Poor kid." You muttered.

The two of you sat in silence. The weight of the situation heavy on your minds.

After a while, Conan let out a worn sigh. "For now, we should head back upstairs. We can question the suspects in the morning."

"You're right." You relented, and slowly got to your feet.

Before the two of you even made it out of the kitchen, there was a blood curdling scream. Without missing a beat, the two of you sprinted out of the kitchen and up the stairs. By time you crested the stairs the family had already gathered around the doorway of the last room on the left. Mrs. Aizawa was sobbing into her husband's chest, Mr. Inada was was shaking his head solemnly, and Kohaku's face was bleached and knotted. You squeezed between their legs to get a closer look.

Youko was inside the room, sobbing and clutching the limp form of her son. A knife protruded from Kaisei's stomach and his front was drenched in blood.

Kogoro and Ran arrived shortly behind you. Kogoro immediately set to work.

"Ran, call the police." He instructed as he carefully entered the room. "Mrs. Higashi, I'm going to have to ask you to leave. This is a crime scene."

Youko looked up at him, her eyes rimmed with red. "My son is dead, and you're asking me to leave him?"

"Youko, he's just trying to do his job." Mr. Inada soothed from the doorway.

Begrudgingly, Youko released her son's body, stood, and stepped from the room. Her front and sleeves were stained with blood. Her jaw was clenched and her lips quivered, but she held her head high as though trying to keep herself composed.